Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.